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July 25 - October 15, 2025
“You could rattle the stars,” she whispered. “You could do anything, if you only dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”
“Tell me tomorrow.”
It had been over a year and a half since the night she’d lost her freedom; a year and a half since she’d lost Sam. And somewhere, in this city, were the answers to how it all had happened. If she dared to look, she knew she’d find them. And she knew it would destroy her again.
“I don’t even know where they buried him. I don’t even know who I would ask about it.”
“You should apologize,” it said. “You have no idea how loud and tiresome you’ve been these past few months, with all your running down here and slaying foul beasties. I kept quiet until I thought you’d witnessed enough strange things that you could accept my existence. But apparently, I am to be disappointed.”
“The world is already in ruin, and I won’t be set on some fool’s errand.”
“So I’m just here for decoration?” “Be grateful I consider you a worthy accessory.”
Kaltain wrapped Celaena’s cloak around herself. “Something is coming,” she whispered. “And I am to greet it.”
My father used to tell me stories of Terrasen’s court—of the warriors and lords who served King Orlon in his inner circle, of the unrivaled power and bravery and loyalty of his court. That was why the King of Adarlan targeted Terrasen first. Because it was the strongest, and because if Terrasen had been given the chance to raise an army against him, Adarlan would have been annihilated.
But there’s a group that’s formed, right here in Rifthold, and they want to put Aelin Galathynius back on Terrasen’s throne.”
Lysandra—a courtesan with whom Celaena had a long, violent history, and someone she was fairly certain she’d kill if she ever saw again.
As he turned, he could have sworn he caught a glimpse of a faint ring of frost around where his body had lain on the couch.
So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go.
have worked for ten years to become famous enough to gain an invitation to this castle. Ten years, so I could come here to sing the songs of magic that you tried to wipe out. So I could sing those songs, and you would know that we are still here—that you may outlaw magic, that you may slaughter thousands, but we who keep the old ways still remember.”
Rena Goldsmith was still reciting her list of the dead when the ax fell.
“You haven’t killed a single person he’s ordered you to kill?” “Not a single one.”
“I’m a door knocker; it’s not in my nature to make promises.”
Ily Mort
The rest of the world quieted into nothing. In that moment, after ten long years, Celaena looked at Chaol and realized she was home.
“There is nothing complicated. It is the difference between right and wrong. The slaves in those camps have people who love them just as much as you loved my friend.”
“You have power in you, Prince. More power than you realize.”
He stared after the princess, wondering what her last words had meant. And why, when she had said them, something ancient and slumbering deep inside of him had opened an eye.
Adarlan’s language laws
Language laws?????
Three matching rings; three black rings to signify—what? That they were bound in some way to each other?
“Where are you going?” He opened the door. “To get you chocolate cake.”
For a heartbeat, there was something in his eyes that reminded her of a world long since burned—a glimmer of color and power that still stalked the edges of her nightmares.
If the heir of Terrasen, Aelin Galathynius, had lived, would she have become a friend, an ally? His bride, perhaps?
“Live my life, I suppose. Live it the way I want to, for once. Learn how to be a normal girl.”
The kiss obliterated her.
He cringed to even consider his father and Celaena in a room together. Cringed, and then smiled, because that was a battle of wills that could go down in legend.
She was running now. Like Sam, Chaol was admired by almost everyone. And when they’d taken Sam from her, it hadn’t been because of anything Sam had done. No, they’d done it to get at her.
If they wanted Adarlan’s Assassin, they’d get her. And Wyrd help them when she arrived.
“If they let you out,” Kaltain said, both of them staring into the blackness of their prisons, “make sure that they’re punished someday. Every last one of them.”
He had spent so long being careful to avoid defying his father, but what sort of man could he call himself if he blindly obeyed?
“Whatever it is you’re thinking, I guarantee it’s a bad idea.”
That’s it. That’s the series.
“Nameless is my price,” Yellowlegs said. “But gold will do for now.”
Once, he might have protested that his loyalty to the crown was his greatest asset. But that blind loyalty and obedience had started this descent. And it had destroyed everything.
You remember Farran, don’t you? He had a special love for pain. He told me that torturing Sam Cortland was the most fun he ever had.”
Oh that was the wrong thing to say
“I’ll come back for you.” And he knew that there was more that she wasn’t saying, some bigger meaning behind those words. But Dorian still believed her.
Celaena Sardothien was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, heir to the throne and rightful Queen of Terrasen.
“I wish you to become who you were born to be. To become queen.”
Faster than she could sense, faster than anything had a right to be, he punched her.
We love a meet cute moment
To fly again, to soar through the mountain passes, to hunt down prey the way they’d been born to … They weren’t enchanted ironwood brooms. But wyverns would do just fine.
It was a gamble—the biggest gamble he’d ever made. Aedion raised his sword. With a silent prayer for forgiveness, Chaol looked straight at Aedion. “Aelin is alive.”
He was helping. And he was willing to meet a horrible fate in order to keep her alive. He hadn’t left her alone. She hadn’t been alone.
It could all go to hell tomorrow, but she had to know what it was like, just for a little while, to belong to someone, to be wanted and cherished.
Fireheart—why do you cry? “Because I am lost,” she whispered onto the earth. “And I do not know the way.”
“Maybe we could find the way back together.”
Perhaps they would never get out of it, perhaps they would never be whole again, but … “Together,” she said, and took his outstretched hand. And somewhere far and deep inside her, an ember began to glow.
He was afraid of what would come when Aedion and Aelin were reunited.
“Oh, not a chance, Princess. You can tell me what you want, when you want, but there’s no going back now.”
